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    They are Valentin, Langley and the Japanese Ishii.  I saw Ishii's swollen lips and Lao Gao's lips moving, "Damn are you still alive? We gave in." His eyes were also swollen with only a slit left.

    "Of course, I won't die so easily. Come closer!" A fierce smile appeared at the corner of Yang Mingyun's mouth.

    Suddenly, a gunshot rang out from behind, and a bullet grazed Yang Mingyun's shoulder.

    Yang Mingyun quickly knelt down on one leg, turned around, and saw a man rising from the pile of dead people. Half of his face was blown away, but he still managed to hold on and tried to raise the automatic pistol in his hand again.

    Yang Mingyun returned the shot.  But at this moment, Valentin's right hand flashed and he pulled out a pocket pistol from his collar.  Snapped!  A brown anesthetic needle was injected into Yang Mingyun's neck, and he immediately collapsed.

    Yang Mingyun gradually regained consciousness, but his mind was still hazy and he had no ability to think.  The only thing that is clear is that he is still alive.

    With darkness in front of his eyes, Yang Mingyun felt a little uneasy and worried that he was going blind.  Once anxious, consciousness becomes clear.

    At this time, he felt an unbearable hunger and thirst, and also felt a slight vibration spreading to his body, as if he was on a ship.

    He gradually regained consciousness in his limbs. He tried to move his hands and feet, but failed. He lay on his back with his hands and feet firmly tied to the ground.

    The only thing that could move was his head, but that didn't help him at all.  My skin felt cold. It looked like I was sleeping on an iron plate and all my clothes had been stripped off.

    The surrounding area exudes the pungent smell of feces and urine. Although the air is a bit stuffy, there is a cool breeze around the buttocks. Maybe the iron plate under the buttocks has been removed.

    Yang Mingyun was hungry and thirsty, and her craving for cigarettes could not be satisfied. It was really uncomfortable.  After more than ten hours, in order to relieve some pain, he fell asleep again.

    A strong light shot down from above, causing Yang Mingyun to wake up again, but as soon as he opened his eyes.  The dazzling light forced him to quickly close his eyes again.

    The sound of footsteps comes from far to near.  Three guys came and walked to Yang Mingyun, "How about it? No matter how capable you are, you can only lie here honestly." One guy mocked, it was a Japanese voice.  It seems to be Ishii.

    "Give me water." Yang Mingyun groaned.  I licked my chapped lips, even my tongue was dry, and my mouth hurt whenever I moved it.

    "Of course you will be thirsty. You haven't eaten or drank for three days, and we don't have the heart of a Buddha to give you water." Ishii said with a happy smile, "But, if you confess, we can  Consider giving you water. Okay. Tell me! Which organization are you from?"

    ""

    "Don't worry, as long as you say so, we will absolutely guarantee your life safety and will not feed you to the sharks You must feel it too. This is the bottom of the freighter. Now, this ship is sailing towards our freedom and justice  The base camp of the Alliance. If we really wanted to kill you, there would be no need to bother getting you on board."

    "I understand." Yang Mingyun groaned hoarsely, "I'm going to tell you everything. But you have to give me water first. Otherwise, my mouth will be so dry that I can't even speak."

    "Okay, okay, for every word you say, I will give you a sip of water." Shijing picked up an iron pot and put the spout into Yang Mingyun's mouth.

    The water is a bit hot and smells like rust.  But to Yang Mingyun now, its sweetness and richness are better than any fine wine.  But as soon as he took a sip, the spout retracted.

    "Okay. It's time to talk now." Ishii urged.

    "Okay, I said, I am from cis. cis is the English abbreviation of China Intelligence Service Company. It sounds very grand, but in fact it is mainly composed of a group of guys who were fired from the Intelligence Bureau of the Ministry of Finance. We specialize in using large companies to  This time, we learned about the leak of the radar system from the Intelligence Bureau of the Ministry of Finance, and thought that if we did it well, we would definitely make a lot of money. So we intervened in this matter Give us water!  "Yang Mingyun began to tell a set of lies.  This time the lie was made up in advance and could only be told in desperate situations.

    "I'll give you another bite, okay, please tell me the address of the cis, the name of the person in charge and the members." Ishii said.

    In this way, every time Yang Mingyun took a sip of water, he revealed something about cis.  cis is not a fictitious thing in the first place, but a substitute set up in advance to confuse the enemy.  The cis is full of old people who stay there. They enjoy generous treatment and have nothing to do all day long, waiting for death that may come at any time. Their lives are exchanged for insurance benefits that are much higher than those in the case of accidental death.

    After the interrogation, Ishijing picked up a kettle and poured it into Yang Mingyun's mouth, causing Yang Mingyun to almost vomit.

      Ishii turned and left.  The lights went out, and the water Yang Mingyun drank was quickly absorbed into his body. Not long after, he felt his urine bloated and started to pee. It was only then that he discovered that there was a rubber tube on his penis.

    A few hours later, strong light shone on the eyes again, and at the same time, the footsteps of several people approached.  They blindfolded Yang Mingyun and removed the rubber tube that was held in place by the tape on his penis.

    The ship¡¯s diesel engine suddenly roared.  There was a slight impact from the bottom of the boat, and the propeller made a loud noise at the same time.

    It turned out that the propeller reversed direction and slowed down the ship.  After a while, the propeller changed to forward rotation again, and the ship slowly moved forward.

    The boat has stopped.

    The iron plate under Yang Mingjun seemed to be a stretcher. Several people shouted and lifted Yang Mingjun and the iron plate into a car. The motor buzzed and the car started to move.

    The car drove up a steep slope.  As if on the deck of a ship, Yang Mingyun heard various sounds, including echoes from the cave and the sound of waves lapping the shore. It seemed that this was a dock built by introducing seawater into the cave.

    The car disembarked from the ship and drove to the pier, then drove sometimes uphill and sometimes downhill for a while. Suddenly, the echo disappeared, and Yang Mingyun felt the strong sunlight shining on him.

    The car drove without stopping for three hours. The road conditions were so bad that Yang Mingyun was sweating all over.

    When the car finally stopped, Yang Mingyun had difficulty breathing.  He licked his lips, which were wet with sweat.  Fortunately, the feeling on my skin indicated that the car was parked in the shade.

    Yang Mingyun was carried out of the car along with the iron stretcher and placed on the ground. The blindfold was taken away. The first thing he saw was the roof made of coconut leaves and the surrounding blue sky.

    Yang Mingyun was lying on his back, with only his head still able to turn left and right.  He saw a group of natives with colorful patterns on their faces and chests surrounding him.

    These natives have brownish-yellow skin.  Their faces were very ferocious, and they wore protective leather sheaths on their lower bodies. From this point of view, they looked like natives of Guinea, each holding a spear.  Bow and arrow.  There was a bullet belt tied around his naked waist, with a pistol holster, a sword and a leather pouch hanging from it.

    Ishii stood in the middle of the group of masters, "These guys don't understand English. No matter what you say, it's useless. Of course, they don't know Japanese either. Your hands and feet are firmly fixed on the iron rice, and you can't run away."  Fall. But if you try to run away, you will be killed and eaten by these savages. Until then, don¡¯t blame me for not explaining it clearly beforehand."

    "What are you going to do with me?" Yang Mingyun asked with a groan.

    "How do I know? I just followed orders from above to keep you alive." Ishii said with a smile, and then got into the passenger seat of the car.  In a moment, the car disappeared out of sight.

    Yang Mingyun sighed and observed the situation on the left and right. This place is located in the center of the basin, surrounded by lush tropical forests. There is a pigsty on the right and a steamed bun-shaped native hut on the left.

    Two natives stayed behind to guard Yang Mingyun.  The rest of the people either entered the hut on the left or disappeared into the virgin forest.  A native filled a coconut shell with water for Yang Mingyun to drink.

    At dusk, the men gathered in the thatched hut with only a roof and pillars where Yang Mingyun lay.  Some of them were plucking the feathers of extremely colorful wild birds caught from the forest, while others were skinning large lizards.

    Several other people pulled out a boar from the pig house and knocked it down, and one of them wielded a barbarian sword.  Cut the pig's throat with a knife.  They used coconut shells to catch the sprayed pig blood and passed it among the men to drink.

    The natives put the pigs, wild birds, basil and breadfruit into large pits dug in the ground and roasted them over firewood.  After it is cooked, the natives share the food around the fire.  One person fed Yang Mingyun coconut milk and roasted food sprinkled with salt.  Let the ground eat to its full.

    As soon as night comes, the temperature drops suddenly.  However, thanks to this, he was spared the pain of mosquito bites, and a fire was lit next to Yang Mingyun.  At night, four natives took turns guarding Yang Mingyun.

    Three days have passed, and Yang Mingyun's physical strength has recovered, but because his hands and feet are shackled, his body is itching unbearably, which is driving him crazy.

    On the evening of the fourth day, Ishii finally came by car again.  Yang Mingyun was blindfolded again and carried into the car together with the iron stretcher.

    This time, the car drove for two hours and arrived at the destination.  Yang Mingjun was carried out of the car, his hands were removed from the iron stretcher, and a pair of handcuffs were placed in front of his stomach. A chain was put on his ankle, and a 30-kilogram iron ball was tied to the chain.  Then he was also taken off the iron stretcher.

    Several people picked up Yang Mingyun, moved him to a chair to sit up, and then handcuffed his feet and neck, which were dragging the iron ball, to the chair.On his two front legs, cables were finally used to tie his body tightly to the back of the chair.

    After doing all this, he took off the blindfold and opened the handcuffs holding Yang Mingyun's hands.  It was already night, and there was a slender dining table in front of Yang Mingyun. Under the illumination of electric lights, the dining table was piled with sumptuous dishes and many wine bottles.

    Sitting on the chair opposite Yang Mingyun is a typical Germanic man, wearing a tuxedo. He looks like he is in his seventies, with shiny silver hair.  He was looking at Yang Mingyun with a smile.

    There were more than twenty people sitting around the dining table.  Valentin and Langley were among them, their faces scarred by burns and their singed hair wearing wigs.

    There are not only Germanic people, but also about half of the Latins and Japanese.  Ishii also changed into a tuxedo and wig, and sat on the chair next to Yang Mingyun.  Behind those people stood some heavily armed soldiers of different races.  This is also a lowland, and only the dark virgin forest can be seen around it.

    "Welcome, welcome, Mr. Yang Mingyun." The silver-haired old man sitting opposite said in Chinese with a strong German accent, "Let me introduce myself. I am the president of the Alliance of Free Justice, Bruncht Liddell.  He was the ace pilot of the Luftwaffe.¡±

    "It's so rude of me to come to see you naked." Yang Mingyun tried his best to show a sarcastic smile.

    "If you are causing trouble and want to escape, I just need to press this button," Riddle said, pointing to a red button protruding from the surface in front of the ground: "The chair you are sitting on will immediately become an electric chair."

    "Really, why do you want me to attend such a dinner?" Yang Mingyun put down his hands and asked as if nothing had happened.

    Ishii immediately shouted: "Put your hands on the table!"

    "Have you fully recovered your physical strength? With tonight's dinner, we are going to replenish your body for the last time. We are a little bored now, so we plan to wait until late at night. Let's have a unique hunting game."

    As Riddle spoke, he picked up the empty wine glass, and an Asian man dressed as a waiter quickly poured champagne into his glass.

    "It's a head-hunting game. You are the prey. If you can reach the coastline alive, then we will accept you as a subordinate. Anyway, your cis organization is completely finished. You need to join another organization again.  .¡±

    Yang Mingyun shrugged.  "That depends on whether I can make it to the shoreline alive, right?"

    "Yes." Riddle said, "If you can survive. We don't want you to be killed at the beginning of the game. Wouldn't that be too disappointing? So. We just let you rest for three days. Supplement  Get enough nutrition so that your physical strength can be fully restored.¡±

    Yang Mingyun¡¯s cup was also filled with champagne.  Dinner started.  Some dishes, such as turtle soup, are truly delicacies.

    Yang Mingyun was afraid of getting drunk, so he basically didn¡¯t touch the wine or brandy.

    However, Yang Mingyun asked them about a lot of things during dinner.  It turns out that the Alliance of Free Justice holds a large amount of gold.  Silver and jewelry were all plundered by Germany from the occupied European countries during World War I. The Alliance of Freedom and Justice used this as capital and spent twenty years building this uninhabited island into a maritime fortress.  The "Hongyan" bombers hijacked from China are hidden in a large underground airport.  The underground runway is 50 meters wide, and there is a steam ejection device for aircraft to take off at the exit.

    Riddell and others probably thought that Yang Mingyun would never reach the coastline alive, so they told Yang Mingyun these secrets. However, what kind of ambush and traps were waiting for Yang Mingyun.  They didn't reveal a word.

    Riddle and others drank the last glass of brandy and started smoking.  As soon as they finished smoking, they stood up.  Riddle smiled and said to Yang Mingyun: "Then, do your best. Uh, by the way. I would also like to remind you that when escaping, it is better to avoid the roads. Because all roads are planted with remote-controlled landmines, and the people who are secretly monitoring  Just press the button. You'll be blown to pieces. It's not fun if the game ends too early."

    Yang Mingyun was blindfolded again.  He was handcuffed but his body was untied.  Then several people put him on a canvas stretcher and carried him for more than 20 minutes.

    When they arrived, they put down the stretcher and left.  Yang Mingyun heard the door of the iron cage closing with a bang. In order to save energy, he lay down and did not move.

    Half an hour later, Ishii¡¯s voice was suddenly heard, ¡°Come here! I¡¯ll take off the blindfold and handcuffs for you.¡±

    Yang Mingyun dragged the iron balls hanging around his neck, using his elbows and knees to crawl toward the place where Ishii's voice came from.  Suddenly his forehead hit the iron railing, causing him to groan in pain.

      The blindfold was cut off by Ishii with a dagger.

    Only then did Yang Mingyun see clearly that he was locked in an iron cage 2 meters high and 5 meters square. The iron bars were 10 centimeters thick. Even if ten gorillas climbed up together, they couldn't bend them.

    Ishijing took off the handcuffs from Yang Mingyun outside the cage.  Yang Mingyun glanced at the big lock on the cage door.

    "That lock cannot be opened with a key. You'd better give up the idea of ??opening the lock as soon as possible. Here, it will light up at six o'clock in the morning, but the sun will come out later. The lock is set by a timer at three o'clock in the morning.  Blast. At that time, you kid can come out. After the cage door is opened, you will be given fifteen minutes to leave safely. Within these fifteen minutes, you must escape as far away as possible. "

    As Ishijing spoke, he used the key outside the cage door to open the chains with iron balls on Yang Mingyun's ankles.

    "Do I have a weapon?"

    "No. I want to remind you, if you hit the cage with an iron ball and try to bend the iron bars, bullets will fly immediately. Just look at it if you don't believe it!"

    Ishii stood up and raised his right hand. Suddenly, a bullet flew from the forest, passed under the iron fence, and hit Yang Mingyun's feet, causing the soil to splash.

    "Did you see clearly? Also. The lower railing of the cage is buried in the ground. It's in vain if you try to dig a hole to escape. So, see you later." Ishii left and disappeared into the forest after a while.

    Yang Mingyun stretched his legs and moved for a while.  After wearing a chain on my foot for a few days, the joints were a bit stiff.  Next to the cage door, there is a pair of green trousers, a cloth shirt and a pair of black rubber shoes.

    In a cage.  Yang Mingyun put on a cloth shirt and trousers, and then put on rubber shoes with thick soles.

    I checked the pockets of my shirt and pants and found only a pack of cigarettes and a box of paper matches, nothing that could be used as a weapon.

    In order to save energy, Yang Mingyun lay on the ground, took out a cigarette, held it in his mouth, and lit it with a paper match.

    He breathed deeply, feeling very uneasy in his heart. Tonight, it would be decided whether he was dead or alive The only thing around him that could be used as a weapon was the chain with an iron ball that was used as a shackle before.

    The cigarette butt almost burned his fingers before he threw it away, but he immediately felt uneasy.  He reached into his shirt breast pocket to take out another cigarette from the cigarette case and smoke it.

    PS: Working in a small city feels like receiving a death notice fifty years from now, while working in a big city feels like holding an imaginary treasure map.

    Asking for a monthly ticket!
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